You are a drop of water in a thirsty land,
Just like your rock is a drop of water in my hand.
When your way is charred by twists and turns,
Remember Christ in you can ease the burns.

May peace be with you in your search,
May God’s hands lead you to your burth.
Murmur ripple as the stream,
Awakening your inner queen.

Shine forth your colors, liquid glass,
Rushing down from Mountain pass.
Rocky though your stream may be,
Ever new, you shall flow free.
Christ be with you, Always.

Peace.

(c) 2009 ~ stc